The Beast Within The Greenhouse Novels & Stories

he said. "Absolutely not," I said. The greenhouse after dinner. We went alone just the two of us, with the cold night air and the path through the east grounds and the glass and iron structure catching the moonlight at the far edge of the estate. The door opened. Inside was warm. The specific trapped warmth of growing things, the smell of earth and green and flowers. Not the scene of a fight, not Valen's people through the back door. Just a greenhouse, full of flowers that had been tended carefully over years and were indifferent to anything that happened outside their glass walls.

They ended up at a half-collapsed greenhouse, once the pride of some city councilman and now run by a cooperative of dykes and old soldiers who believed hunger was just another kind of war. A polarizing lens hung over the entrance to keep the sun from sterilizing the inside. Carolina ducked through, nodding at the woman on guard, who wore a suit fashioned out of tarps and had a crucifix tattooed across her left cheek. In the greenhouse, it was humid and loud with birds, the air thick with the smell of cover crops and nitrogen. They walked between rows of chard and lettuce, past a stack of trays where beans sprouted in curlicues of pink-white.

he said, and my eyes dropped to his big, strong hands. "I see," I said, biting my lower lip to stop my mind from spiraling. Richard guided me to a beautiful greenhouse, calling it breathtaking was an understatement... it was just— The greenhouse stood tall in the middle of his farde, its glass walls framed by strong white wood, allowing the golden rays of the sun to filter through. The moment we stepped inside, the scent hit me—earthy, like clean sand after rain, mixed with the faint, sweet fragrance of flowers.

“Our methods are harsh, yes. But survival requires sacrifice.” “Survival doesn’t justify kidnapping,” Mira muttered. Brian didn’t flinch. “Desperation rewrites the rules. I am not apologising for anything.” Becca walked among the plants, her fingers trailing over their leaves. Several were ones she had only read about in forgotten texts—moonroot, bloodleaf, silverbane. Brian watched her carefully. “Your father cultivated this place. His work is everywhere.” Becca turned to him. “Tell me everything. About him. About what he did here.”

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him. He turned away, then left the room. Zane gave a small sigh and swallowed, his eyes trained to his feet. Only a human can bring forth his wolf after it leaves him tonight. And he needs her as a human. The night suddenly grew close, and the moon stood, shielded away behind the clouds like a shy maiden. Zane stood tall in the ring of fire, his usual coat around him, his hair left to dance with the wind. His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations.

There was something about him, I could sense it around him. Wolfsbane! My beast held him in his hand and I looked into his memories. He was sent to use them on him. Did he actually think that I could get killed by wolfsbane?

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

This kind of atmosphere only excites Frost. Frost wasn’t a fool. She knows that this forest is dangerous. And based from the Princess’ memories, the inner side of this forest lurks different kind of beasts. Beast of different ranks. But most beasts lurking here are bronze-rank and silver rank beast. Gold-rank beast lurks in the inner side of the forest. The two ingredients that was left that she is going find is the lamia flower and Sniopon plant. Both are poisonous. But these two is what Frost will use against the poison in her body.

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.